He rides across the nation, the thoroughbred of sin
He got the application that you just sent in
It needs evaluation, so let the games begin
A heinous crime, a show of force
(a murder would be nice of course)
Vanna: Lamps are coming on… And into the Ghostwater we go!
The lights that line the hull of their boat flick on as Vanna turns a bright yellow dial on her control panel. The vessel motors out over the crystal blue water into the sea, passing between two enormous candlestick lighthouses.
Vanna: So, anything you really want to see today? I have a couple of booths I’d like to visit, but otherwise, you call the shots!
Pavel: Hmm… Oh! I want to go by the radio booth… They’re having a costume contest! I thought… If I win, you can have the prize money!
Vanna leans back in the captain’s chair and steers absentmindedly, smiling at Pavel who leans forward, watching the horizon. He almost sparkles as he imagines the festivities that await them.
Vanna: My goodness! How very generous of you, Lord Cheth. I thought you were supposed to be a big jerk!
Pavel: Nah… Just a SMALL jerk!
She turns, noticing a shape in the water. It’s the seaghost of a horse, galloping along the waves to keep in pace with the boat.
Vanna: Has that horse ghost been tailing us since we got out here? Let’s turn up the lamps. Hopefully he’ll back off a bit. I swear, these poor things seem HUNGRIER than ever this year... But I guess it could be my imagination.
Pavel frowns over the side rail, noticing the ghost as well and, just as quickly recognizing it. From behind, his costume is even more impressive, with long arching spines extending from the back of his neck and a spine and ribcage painted onto the back of the poncho, ending with a flared skeletal tail. He points back towards shore and starts shouting. Vanna’s eyes go wide.
Pavel: SALTY JOE! Bad horse! Go back to the Aquifer!